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AHh Ben.....who would have thought that the Family Channel would introduce me to my true love....okay so he might only be fifteen....but what is age anyway.....most of the time I act like a fifteen year old, (and an immature one at that).
If Demi Moore has taught us nothing else, she has taught us three things:
1) The real way to express a feminist spirit is through a shaved head (after all, nothing says "pro-women" like looking like a man....)
2) Strippers are people too
3) Dating younger men is a sure fire way to happiness....plus it gaurantees that your children will never have to look far to find a playmate.
So in a situation like this, I ask myself "What would Demi do?"

This fog makes me calm.....pleasantly calm. There's is something about fog, as opposed to rain or (God forbid) snow, that makes me really happy...not "skipping and singing" happy, more like "taking a big deep breath and feeling it in every part of my body" happy. It's a great feeling.

Cleveland, Cleveland, Cleveland, last night Teres and I drove to the so called "city of rock" for the Azure Ray/Crooked Fingers show. Despite the small turnout (there couldn't have been more than fifty people there), the concert was great. Azure Ray sounded as they should...pretty and ethereal...Crooked Fingers on the other hand (fronted by Eric Bachman of "Arhers of Loaf") was slightly ruined for me when some random guy (Teres' "Boyfriend".."ooooooh") compared them to Neil Diamond. It seemed far fetched at first but the more I listened...the truer it became....seriously I thought they were going to break out with "Cracklin' Rose" at any minute...oh well..

With directions from the bartender (who bared a remarkable resemblence to David from "David and Goliath") we headed off to "Chuck's Diner" to get some grub. Here's where I began to develop rather negative feelings towards Cleveland....It is my understanding that any city that has at most six street names which they divide up amnongst hundereds of streets by definition "sucks"....therfore it is only logical that I declare Cleveland the "suckiest" city I have ever been to.

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John Malkovich......does it get any better?
...........(insert your suggestions for exactly who is better here)........
Nope, I'm afraid you have been deceived, in fact there is nothing better than Dear Sweet Johnny Boy!

I have a couple of messages for Mary Kate.....first, I posted a link to The Faint website...check it out, second, I have made plans to come to Fredonia and kick the "I choose really awful girlfriends" out of you know who....He is such a freakin' "MK"......(see how do you like it when your treasured nickname is used in a derogatory way?).....
Other than that I don't really have that much to say....
Here's a story that might amuse you....Every Saturday morning my grandparents come over to visit....I know it sounds completley lovely except for the fact that their visits usually happen long before I had originally planned to wake up. So more often than not, my Gramps (I think it's a German thing) makes the trek up to my room to say hi. Generally I would have cleaned my room the night before out of concern for his safety. Last Saturday, however, I had no time to straighten a thing (Halloween Costume time!). I was also in absolutley no mood to get up that morning to pleasantly greet him. So, after a brief exchange of grunts and forced, groggy, smiles my Gramps headed out of my room. It wasn't until he was in the hall that he noticed his foot was caught in something. On closer examination, he realized it was none other than my laciest bra.....poor man, panic set in as he desperatley tried to free himself from it's silky grip. I guess he struggled with it for a good five minutes before he finally just took off his shoe...
I can't actually imagine anything more distressing for an 80-something Marine...I have never felt such pity...